rating: 18+. mdni.
content: incest/twincest, physical descriptions are used
word count: 369
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“Mother and father do not seem to care,” Regulus states, his arms over his chest. His buttons are open just a tad too much. A tad too scandalously. The fourth button popped as if it were meant to be. You looked away with flushed cheeks. Your snow-colored skin stained with a bright flush.
”Mother and father are weird,” you fire back, tone stern.
Regulus snorts at your words. “Weird, you say? You’re so juvenile, sister. The Black’s have done this for generations.” He pats the bed beside him, “come.”
You shake your head, holding your ground. “No. Sirius said your mind is poisoned. He said you said something dirty about me.”
”So what if I did?” He counters, head tilted to the right. “You are my betrothed. Desire is only natural.”
You scowl slightly, “don’t be disgusting. Mother said-“
”Oh, shut it, will you?”
You pause as your twin brother stands, his eyes boring into yours as he approaches. You look up at him, smaller, softer, weaker. “Don’t act like a child. It’s unbecoming of a woman of your caliber. Because that is what you are now. A woman. My woman.”
You shudder as a large hand trails over your collarbone, touch gentle as it ghosts over the top of your dress. His palm engulfs your delicate breast, padded with only your thin nightgown.
“See these?” His eyes meet yours again, “you’re no child. Enough of this crying to mommy.”
You swallow, looking at the man in front of you. Looking as familiar as your reflection in the mirror. Because that is what he is. You. Only, so different now. You had almost begun to fear him. Almost.
”You should be thankful mother and father chose us to marry.” His hand lingers on your breast, eyes glancing down where your cleavage disappeared beneath silk. “Would you rather someone else? Some filthy man to paw at your sweet skin?” He squeezes the flesh tenderly, “or me? Your brother who will never dream of harming you, my sweet girl.”
His hand finally leaves your chest and you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. “Just be good and let this happen. I’ll make sure you yearn for me.”
warning: SMUT, language, drinking, name calling, choking, pet names, sharing kink, ownership kink, fingering (from the twins at the same time), unprotected p in v, choking, public sex, rough sex, shower sex
📖 After meeting Rafe's (CurtainBangs!) twin brother Cam (BuzzCut!) for the first time, Rafe gives you a proposal you can't help but accept: sharing you.
Reader's POV:
“Touchdown, Bulldogs!”
The stadium erupts with applause as Rafe gets swallowed up in a team hug. The school fight song blares through the open arena as a massive homecoming crowd clamors to storm the field in celebration. You hang back slightly with the other players’ girlfriends, watching as Rafe shuffles over to an equally massive #2–Cameron scrolled across his back as well. The two of you have only been dating for a few weeks, but you could tell, like quintessential twins, those two were close.
Cam was always Rafe’s second call after you, no matter what, good or bad, and it almost seemed like Cam was two steps ahead. He knew how to calm him down; he always seemed to know what to say. But, then there was the rivalry—Cam knew how to push Rafe’s buttons. What to say to trigger a classic Cameron bitch fit.
Rafe wanted nothing more than to win this game. You could see his chest puffed out a little more than usual, his shit-eating grin a little more sly. Rafe tugs off his helmet, skimming his fingers through his sweaty fringe as his brother removes his helmet as well.
You squint your eyes, stomach fluttering as you take in the difference from all the Instagram and Snapchat images you’ve stalked prior: a fresh buzz cut. Jesus Christ. Rafe pulls him in for a big hug, slapping his shoulder pads.
Your nerves creep in fast, a combination of anxieties about meeting Cam for the first time. I want to impress him. I want him to like me. I want him to think I’m good for Rafe. That’s his twin brother, after all. Sure, I met Ward and Rose, Wheezie and Sarah, and that went great, but this is the big leagues. This is his twin; this is make-or-break.
But, on a separate note, should I be this nervous? I mean, in this way? Seeing Cam gave me butterflies… Maybe it’s ‘cause he looks so much like Rafe? I can’t deny that when he took off his helmet, I felt something. Fuck, I’m in trouble.
“There she is," Rafe groans as he pulls you off your feet and into his strong arms. You cup his sweat-glistened cheeks, kissing him deeply.
"Hi, Rafey," you mumble against his sweet lips.
"How’d I do?" He smiles against your pout, nose nuzzling yours playfully.
"So damn good,” you praise as you scratch your nail into his hair, pulling him closer.
“You look so pretty, baby—love seeing you in my jersey.” Rafe sets you down on your feet, kissing you again before pulling you to his side.
“This her?” Cam pipes in, stealing your attention away.
“Sure is. Cam, y/n; y/n, Cam,” Rafe smiles down at you proudly. You turn your attention to Cam, feeling that same flutter from before, a blush creeps in your cheeks as you see the same look in his eyes that Rafe gave you the first night you met.
“Well, shit,” he rasps as he steps a little closer. Cam takes you off Rafe’s hands, drawing you into his embrace, hugging you before pulling back ever-so-slightly. “Fuck, you’re stunning," he praises.
Cam reaches up, fixing the little "R” pendant on your chest, brushing your clothed cleavage as he sets it in place. Your heart races at the contact between you, banging so loudly you swear Cam can hear it. “Thank you,” you breathe. A grin slides across Cam’s lips; Cam’s smile is stunning, just like your boyfriend’s. But there’s a fire behind it that once again gives you the most delicious deja vu. Cam likes what he sees.
“So…” Rafe teases, head cocked slightly, arms raised, holding open your spot at his side.
“Oh shit. Sorry, Rafey,” Cam snickers as he passes you back to his brother. Rafe wraps his arm around your shoulders, tugging you in, pressing a rough kiss on your hair. Cam’s eyes return to his brother, a smirk spreading on his rosy lips. You look up at Rafe, catching the mirror image.
“Well, this one’s gonna help me with my post-game routine; why don’t you come over in like an hour-” Rafe continues to talk; Cam cocks his eyebrow, seemingly stuck on the first part of the plan for the evening. He smiles sinfully, eyes falling down your body, making you blush as you see his wheels turn. These two talk about everything; your little post-match shower session was most likely a topic of discussion already.
“We drinkin’ tonight?” Cam drawls.
“Literally just said that, dumbass. Maybe if you stop starin’ at my girl’s tits, you could focus. Yeah?” Rafe taunts, shoving his brother away.
“Not gonna apologize,” he bullies as he wets his plump bottom lip.
If Cam was anyone else, he’d gone—erased from this earth for his wandering eye. Rafe, no stranger to roughing up a guy or two on account of you—his brother seemingly the exception. “You’re a fuckin’ dog, buddy.” Cam shrugs and smiles, owning the title as Rafe hooks his finger under your chin. “I don’t blame him. My girl’s perfect,” he whispers before meeting your lips.
“This is my favorite part of Game Day, baby," Rafe hums as he tears his shirt off his athletic body. You pinch the bottom of your top, drawing it over your naval. ”Lemme,“ he smiles, stripping you of his old jersey before tossing it to the side, lifting you off your feet. Rafe pulls away only briefly to turn on the water, walking with you to the countertop. It’s dim, the perfect amount of light thrown from his open bedroom door. Admittedly, it’s your favorite part of Game Day as well: getting this time with Rafe, the two of you unwinding before a night of drinking, the pair of you coming down from his post-game high together.
Rafe sets you down on the cool top, sending chills up your warm body as his hands quickly get to work. One weaves into the nape of your hair while the other grips the plush of your hip. ”You know I love you,“ he whispers as his rough fingers trace over the top of your thigh, disappearing between your legs.
”Of course, Rafe—”
"M'not sayin’ this to start a fight; m'not callin’ you out for anything. Alright?”
“Okay," you giggle nervously. ”Is everything okay?“
"More than okay," he grins. You let out a little gasp as he runs two fingers through your wetness, lifting them to his lips tasting you. "You have a crush on my brother. Don’t you, sweetheart?" He whispers. Your eyes widen in surprise, lashes fluttering as he calls you out.
"I - Umm… Rafe—”
“I said, 'It’s more than okay, honey," he mumbles as his fingers press through your entrance. ”You don’t believe me?“ Your brows knit in confusion as you stare into his beautiful blues. How could Rafe Cameron be okay with this? I mean, he almost got arrested last weekend for a fight after someone bought me a shot. How is he okay with me having a crush on his brother? 'And, it’s more than okay?’ No way.
"No…" You whisper feebly as your gaze falls to his lips.
A smirk stretches wide, Rafe’s breathing increasing with yours. "No, what, princess?”
“I don’t believe you," you reply before returning your eyes to his. Rafe pouts his lip teasingly, pumping and scissoring his long fingers.
"Alright…" He shrugs, continuing to tease you. You grip Rafe’s thick dick in your hand, rubbing his precum into his swollen tip as he quickens the speed of his hand, thrusting his fingers at an insane pace. ”He’s got a crush on you.“ Your pussy tightens around his digits at the sound of his words, making Rafe smile wickedly. "Baby girl…" He mocks as he moves in even closer, wrapping his muscular arm around your waist. Rafe tucks himself into the crook of your neck as you feel the knot in your stomach tighten.
”M'gonna cum,“ you whine.
”You sure, y/n,“ he whispers against your warm skin. ”I don’t believe you.“ Rafe repeats your words as he slows his pace, edging you—prompting you to grind against his palm, craving a release.
”Rafe…“
”Hmm?“ He chuckles through a throaty laugh. ”S'alright, baby. We share.“ Rafe baffles you with his admittance as he spears his thick cock into your drenched pussy.
”Rafe!“ You wail, mouth hanging open as he circles his hips nice and slow, buried balls deep, letting you adjust to his size. You cling onto his shoulders, nails digging into his tan skin as he stretches you out. Steam swirls all around the two of you, the room burning with vapor and sex as Rafe walks toward the walk-in show, drawing back the glass door. ”This could be a really good night for you,“ he mutters as the stream of water pours from the spout, washing over your naked bodies.
Rafe’s eyes fall down your bare frame, watching as the little rivers of warm water cascade through your dips and curves, glistening over your already dewy skin. His blonde fringe hangs wet on his forehead, framing his beautiful face. You look down as well, eyeing the place where your bodies connect; Rafe’s thick cock sheathed deep. "You share girls?" You whisper. Rafe moans as he presses you back into the icy shower wall, forcing himself as deep as possible, making you exhale a deep breath.
“'Course we do." He starts to pound you into the wall, making you cry out in pleasure.
"And, you want to share me?" You ask, weakly between rough thrusts.
”That not clear?“ He rasps, drawing out of your cunt, whirling you around before bending you over, pounding back into your aching core.
"Fuck!” You sob, feeling him deep in your guts. You take hold of his wrists, his hands steadying your hips, clawing into the fat of your ass. Rafe spreads your cheeks, coaxing his cock in slower as he feels you tighten around him again.
“Bounce for me. Yeah?" He groans, slapping your ass before letting you take control. You throw your bum on his cock; cheeks clapping against Rafe’s wet skin. Your curves recoil with each slap of his tight body against yours, knees buckling, causing Rafe to chuckle darkly as he watches you go weak on his dick. "Please," you whimper, knowing he won’t let you cum until he hears you say it.
”Pretty sure you know what I want to hear, princess,“ he grunts. "Just tell me you want him. Tell me you want us to share you. Tell me you want his cock and mine, y/n. Let me hear it.”
“Rafe.”
He winds up, slapping your thigh harshly, making you scream, voice bouncing off of the shower walls. “I want him. I—I want you to share me. Fuck. I want your cock and his." You squeal Rafe’s name as you gush around his cock; your entire body shaking as he keeps you standing through your climax.
"I want you to beg,” he huffs, tugging your hair, pulling you close, back pressed against his heaving chest, Rafe not letting you come down from your orgasm before he starts working on your next. One arm wraps around your throat in a chokehold, squeezing tightly while the other arm binds around your waist.
“Please.”
“No. Not enough," he sneers, constricting your airway with his biceps. Rafe starts rocking in and out. You can feel every ridge and curve of his cock as he gives it to you, slow and deep, making your eyes roll back. You feel yourself getting lightheaded at the lack of air, but Rafe doesn’t let up his hold. “Beg.“
Holy shit.
"Please, Rafe. I fucking need it," you pant wearily. ”I want to please you both… I wanna feel you—” Your voice trails off as you feel your orgasm building again, vision fuzzy, mind muddled like you could fall to the floor.
"Baby? You got awfully quiet. You a'ight?" He growls; a low tone rumbled against your skin.
”I want you both to ruin me!“ You choke out the words. “I’ll do anything for your dick. Please.”
"Mmm… Atta girl.” Rafe pulls out, taking his time with you as he looks down at you lovingly. He guides your chin, lifting your lips to his. Rafe kisses you soft and slow as you try to catch your breath. You look down at his throbbing dick, the creamy ring of your arousal rinsing off his hardened flesh, ready for more.
“You think your brother wants me, Rafey?" You whisper, biting into your bottom lip as you bat your lashes, playing into his game.
”'Course he does. That bastard always wants what’s mine. Lucky for him, we’re brothers… N'I play nice.“ Rafe loops his bicep under your thigh, plunging his cock back in. He rolls his hips deliciously slow, finding that perfect angle that makes tears leak from your eyes. ”Gonna fuck that tight little ass of yours, baby. Fill you up,“ he groans. ”We haven’t done that yet? You ready, f'me? Think you can handle us both?“
You can’t even form words; all thoughts in your mind run wild at the idea of having them. "You’re squeezing me so tight, baby… Think you could cum for me again?" He whispers against your ear, teeth, tugging at your lobe as he draws out, slamming his cock back into your pussy. You let out a cry of pleasure, your cracked sob reverberating off the walls. "Gonna have you creamin’ on our cocks all night. Just a little whore for Cameron cock, aren'tcha?" Rafe throws his hips again and again as the knot in your stomach starts to twist tighter. You pinch your eyes shut, nodding frantically as you feel your orgasm within reach, completely cock-drunk. "Say. It.”
“M'just - Fuck, daddy—”
“M'just what?" He mocks your fucked-out tone.
"A little whore for your cocks. M'just a hole for you, Rafe.”
“Ugh. Yes! Fuck. That’s my girl. That’s it, baby. Cum for me. Yeah? Cum on my cock.”
“Fuck…”
“Cum." Your walls spasm around his cock; waves of your finish crashing down on you again and again as you call out his name. Rafe yours as he floods you with his seed. You can feel his dick twitching inside you, your body milking every last drop of his cum.
Rafe’s forehead falls to your neck in exhaustion. ”Goddamn. I fuckin’ love you, honey,“ he breathes as he kisses his way up your neck. ”Mmm… We’re gonna take real good care of you tonight, baby,“ Rafe moans. You can hear the excitement in his voice, matching your own, but you can’t help but feel a slight apprehension.
What if this ruins what Rafe and I have?
Your demeanor must have changed because Rafe notices instantly. "Talk to me, princess,” he respires as he holds you tight, lips resting on your shoulder as he rocks the two of you lazily.
“I’m a little worried, Rafe. This doesn’t really feel like something you’d do with a girlfriend… Someone you wanna end up with. This seems like something the two of you would do with some random girl - maybe a fling. I wanna be with you… I don’t see us not being together. I’m crazy about you, Rafe,” your voice cracks with emotion, making him expel a soft pity laugh like you have nothing to worry about.
“I’ve got no doubt in my mind that it’ll be us, Y/n. Rafe and y/n…” He pinches the gold "R” he bought you between his fingers. “I’m crazy about you too, baby. You gotta know that. Yeah? Here.” Rafe tugs off his gold Cameron Family ring, gliding it on your thumb instead. “I want you to have this, Y/n.”
“Really?” You gasp.
“'Course. You’re mine. Alright? Tonight doesn’t mean I think anythin’ less of you, or I’m not serious about our relationship. M'so fuckin’ serious, y/n.” Rafe pulls out of your pussy, making you wince—his large palm quickly soothes the ache. Rafe turns you into his chest, wrapping his towering frame in yours. “How could I not be serious about you, baby?” He mumbles warmly against your lips. You look up at him, matching his gaze. ”S'no question who you belong to, honey. Cam knows you’re mine. I had you first. M'gonna have you when he’s gone. Alright? Just let us take care of you like you take care of me. A'ight?“
"Okay, daddy,” you smile as you rest your hands on Rafe’s muscular chest, trying to contain your excitement as you see his ring adorned on your tiny finger. Rafe glances down as well, chuckling to himself as he sees how happy the gesture made you.
“Looks good on you, baby," he croons. "Let’s have a good night. Yeah?”
“Let’s do it.”
You start moving your hips to the music; the bass bumps in your chest. Your friend quickly grabs you by your hips, turning you away from her; you start grinding on her. Your hands drift up your thighs, working back down as you roll your body nice and slow. “Where’s Rafe?” One of your friends screams over the track. You smile and shrug as you continue to move. “You think you could introduce me to Cam?” She wiggles her eyebrows in your direction. No way.
“Sure," you breathe, brushing her off.
Where are they? Tonight has been fun. Cam is every bit as gentlemanly as Rafe. He asked me about school, my major, and my friends, but it was all very "normal”, almost as if that conversation with Rafe in the shower hadn’t happened.
Was he genuinely interested in me like Rafe said he was? Or did he change his mind? You look out into the packed college bar; a deep sea of students grinding and moving to the beat. Your dance partner gives you a sloppy kiss on the cheeks before getting whisked away by her boyfriend, leaving you solo again.
The void is quickly filled as your body is claimed by Rafe, taking you from behind. He presses his chest against your back, rough hands working up your bare thighs, resting on your hips. “You look good, baby girl,” he groans. “This fuckin’ body." His lips meet your neck, kissing and nipping his way to your ear as you grind to the beat. You can feel his rock-hard cock through his jeans, pressed against your ass. His rough fingers move down, drifting lower and lower, making your pulse below. "Bet this pussy’s so wet,” he groans, teeth grazing the shell of your ear.
Rafe applies a little more pressure, pressing his fingers on top of your clothed pussy; rubbing small circles on top. Oh my god. Your body tingles, warmth coursing through your system as you feel little spurs of pleasure between your thighs. You breathe deeply, taking in his cologne, eyes widening when you take in a subtle differences.
This isn’t Rafe.
You look ahead, watching as Rafe lifts his red SOLO cup to his lips, his smirk half-seen as he stares you down. He gives you a flirty nod before tossing back the rest of his gin and tonic. You look down at the large set of hands on your body, seeing his twins matching gold Cameron ring on his finger. Cam’s body is familiar, the shape of him fitting perfectly with yours, but his hold is heavy, touch not as gentle as Rafe’s. His kisses are rough, sending chills up your spine as you rest your hands on top of his, guiding them closer to your sweet spot as Rafe watches on.
Cam’s fingers trace your inner thigh, toying with the soaked lace of your panties. “Y/n…" He moans against your skin. You lean back against him, tipping your chin up in his. Your heart skips a beat when you see Cam’s face, the sight of him making this all that more real. He looks so good, so fucking good; Rafe’s double in every sense of the word, donning a black v-neck instead of a white. His gold chain lays on his chiseled chest, glinting in the laser lights. The only visible difference is his buzzed hair. Cam wets his lip, blue eyes sparkling down on yours.
He pushes your panties to the side, causing you to gasp; Cam quickly claims your lips, stealing your breath. Rafe’s brother teases your entrance with the tip of his rough finger, making you whimper on his lips. He draws his hand away, bending you over. You rest your hands on your knees as you throw your ass back into him. Cam’s grip tightens on your hips, pulling you closer—the two of you fucking clothed.
Rafe pinches his jeans, adjusting himself clearly, loving what he sees. He calls over to the bartender, yelling for his tab, making your heart pick up pace as you see the plan set in motion.
Cam grabs you by your waist, turning you around; pulling you close to his chest. One hand works around the back of your neck, guiding your focus toward his eyes as his other hand continues to massage your clit. You feel a heat building in your belly, lashes fluttering as you look up at him.
"Rafe said you were a good girl, y/n. That true?" He rasps in a voice just a little deeper than Rafe’s.
"I—I’m a good girl," you whimper.
"Then cum for me." Cam pulls you in a little closer as you feel yourself about to lose control. Fuck. Am I gonna cum in front of all these people? You look around, the shoulder-to-shoulder crowd off in their own worlds. "Eyes on me? Wanna see your face, princess. Wanna see my brother’s pretty little slut cum on my hand in front of all these people," Cam taunts. He leans in, lips brushing against yours. "Our hands.” Ours? You gasp as Rafe grabs you by the waist, plunging two thick fingers between your thighs. He fucks them into your pussy effortlessly, curling and stroking with precision.
“He told you to cum," Rafe warns.
You grit your teeth, gripping onto Rafe’s wrist and Cam’s shirt as your orgasm claims your body. The two boys work you through your release. Cam watches you closely, taking in your beautiful features as you cum for him for the first time. Rafe slips his fingers out of your pussy, sucking the mess clean as he always does. "What do you say, brother? Let’s get our girl outta here. Hmm?”
You confront your twin about what he's taken from you
Minors Do Not Interact, explicit smut, big ol fat incest warning, sae and reader are twins, very heavily implied future ryusei/sae/reader, reader and shidou are dating, jealousy, bottom reader, reader's genitalia are ambiguous and no gendered terms are used for them, uhhh lmk if i need to tag anything else. word count: 4100 | Ao3 version
You know he's expecting you, but you still bang your fist on the hotel door hard enough to wake up the whole floor.
The door barely reverberates with the second knock before it is opened by him.
Sae. Your twin brother.
He stands in the doorway for a moment, and the two of you look at each other. You've seen him since he last left, if only through recordings of his games and interviews that you've found online, but you doubt he's seen any pictures of you. If you were identical twins, maybe you could see each other in your own reflections, but you don't share many more features than 'normal' siblings do.
Of course, Rin still saw enough of Sae in your face to make him furious when he looked at you, so maybe for others the resemblance was more striking.
Looking closely, you can see faint dark circles under Sae's eyes. His bangs are loose and not slicked up like you've seen him with on TV, and it reminds you of when you were both younger. He's wearing nothing except boxers, showing off the lean musculature of his body. His face is blank and inscrutable.
You cross your arms impatiently.
On his part, Sae's eyes seem to have finished their languid scan of your body, and he steps aside so you can enter with a permissive tilt of his head.
Without saying a word, you enter his hotel room. You don't turn back, instead pretending to be fascinated by the painful neutrality of the place until you hear the door click shut. Then, you turn and round on him.
"The FUCK is your problem with me?" you hiss.
Sae raises both of his elegant eyebrows in a way that makes you want to throttle him. "My problem with you? I'm not the one who searches out their twin for the first time in years just to start yelling at them."
You roll your eyes. "Please. Like you were ever gonna see any member of our family unless you had to."
"I let you in, didn't I? I could've had security turn you away."
"Yeah, you let me in to gloat I'm sure."
"What the hell do I have to gloat about?"
You throw your hands up in the air. "Don't play dumb! You did what you always do, which is take what's mine! All you do is take what's mine, ruin what I have, and overshadow me every chance you get!"
His incredulous look is really rubbing you the wrong way. "And what did I take from you? I haven't even seen you in years, in case you've forgotten," he says, bored.
"Shidou Ryusei."
"The demon?" An edge of shock has crept into his voice.
You narrow your eyes. You don't think you like Sae calling him that. "My boyfriend."
"Yes, he told me," Sae drags out. "Wouldn't shut up about it, actually."
That sends a small spark of warmth through your system, but that warmth is snuffed out quickly by cold anger. "My boyfriend who called me for the first time in weeks, since the start of that fucking soccer program, just to gush the entire time about you. Like he's fucking…in love with you, or something."
"You should take that up with him, then. It's not my business."
You step closer to Sae. He doesn't step back when you get up in his face, like he isn't taking your anger seriously; but the door is barely two steps behind him and he has nowhere to escape to, so perhaps it means nothing. "I just want to know…what are the odds of my baby brother, who hates Japan and Japanese football, suddenly coming back, and picking out my boyfriend to train with out of allll those other players…flirting with him on the field in front of God and everybody even when he seemingly knows it's ME he's dating…doesn't sound like a coincidence, does it?"
"First of all, I am not your baby brother, I was born three minutes before you were," Sae says flatly, his nose wrinkling at the old, petty jab. "Second of all…of course I picked Shidou. We both know he's one of the best players in Japan. He just needed a guiding hand to truly reach greatness, and I could be that hand. Simple as that."
You glare at him, unimpressed. "Why didn't you pick Rin? He's obsessed with the game and he'll bulldoze everyone in front of him to get a goal, regardless of if he gets hurt or not. Which is your fault, by the way, fucker."
Sae scoffs.
"I frankly don't care about whatever happened between you and Rin last time you came back, but fuck you for ruining my relationship with him too. He can't even look at me without seeing you. We haven't had a conversation in years," you growl, jabbing one finger into Sae's chest. "See what I'm talking about? You just keep fucking things up for me, even when you're across the world!"
He stands there, unmoving, letting you poke your nail into the unblemished skin of his pectoral. "It's not like you ever were on great terms with either of us, so I think that might be more of a you problem."
Sae always knew how to hit you where it hurt. What he said is true; Rin always favored Sae, and Sae favored him. You were a bitter child, who felt constantly overshadowed and outdone by your twin brother. Ever since you could remember, you felt like the spare. He made you feel like the spare, and the worst thing? You don't even think he really meant to do it. It just happened, and he didn't even think to look back to where he left you in the dust. His move to Spain was almost a blessing in disguise for you, because then you finally gave yourself the room and the grace to find yourself and build a level of confidence that had nothing to do with him at all. You had even found someone you loved. And it was great. But now the better twin was back, and you felt as if the pillars of your new life were being taken out from beneath you.
You take a deep breath, steeling yourself. "Can you just leave us alone?" you plead. "You never ever cared about me before, so it shouldn't be hard for you to just butt out of my life—"
He interrupts you, voice hard. "Never cared about you?" He steps towards you this time, and you nearly flinch back automatically before consciously holding your ground. "I always helped you. Who do you think took our parents' attention off of you whenever you got a bad grade, or broke something, or forgot to clean your room, or one of the million other little fuck-ups you got away with because of me. Why do you think they never pushed you to go to college and become a doctor when you had other plans? It was because I was already busting my ass to make something of myself in Spain so you and Rin didn't have to worry about being the successful kid."
Sae's breathing heavy now; he's close enough that you can feel his warm breath brushing your face. The combination of his poison-bright eyes boring into yours and the tickle of his breath on your skin makes you shudder involuntarily. "Those allowances our parents gave you after I left?" he grits out, "They weren't from Dad's new job, they were my earnings that I explicitly told them to give to you. So you would have freedom to do whatever you wanted to do. And don't act like I didn't try to include you in things when we were younger. I stopped doing it because you never wanted to do the same thing your twin was doing. You wanted to be special. Even when I tried to join in on your activities, you would just get mad at me! Don't be like Rin and make me your fucking excuse for your own upset feelings."
You can feel your eyes starting to water. Pathetically, you let out a little sniff, which you try to disguise with a deep breath. You stare at the door over Sae's shoulder, like that would keep him from seeing the tears trying to form.
Out of the periphery of your vision, you can see his arms coming towards you, but the grip on your shoulders still startles you.
"Look at me," he says, not unkindly.
You shake your head. "Fuck you," you say wetly. "I'm still mad at you for Ryu."
Sae sighs, like you're being ridiculous. He used to sigh like that every time you would tell him you didn't want him to play with you. Like he was so much older and you were just a little baby with your silly little feelings. Like he knew better than you and it was so inconvenient that you had a different view. "I didn't kiss him, and I didn't sleep with him. What's the problem?"
"UGH." You try to jerk out of his grip, but he doesn't let you. "This is your problem! You could never understand what anyone was feeling, or why they were feeling it. You—You're so stuck on the logical and practical that you never take your head out of your own ass and try to think why people act the way they do! Of course it feels shitty that my boyfriend is obsessed with you! Of course I never thought you were doing things for my benefit because you would never even tell me you loved me! Never ever ever! I loved you, Sae, you're my twin brother, but I don't know if you loved me! I can't fucking tell and I never could!"
You're nearly out of breath from yelling. You stand there, chest heaving and body trembling, until you muster up the courage to look at Sae.
He looks…god, you can barely think of how to describe it. He looks angry, but it's more than that. His eyes look luminous from the pure, unfiltered emotion they shine. His eyebrows are furrowed, his mouth tilted into a grim frown. He almost looks like he's going to cry, but he doesn't look fragile, not like how you must look. He looks…ethereal.
Sae reminds you of that painting, The Fallen Angel; the one with recently fallen Lucifer's striking expression of anger and sadness showcased through only a half-face.
"You don't think I love you?" he says coldly. His grip on your shoulders becomes painful, and you squeak. He looks more predatory, more crazed, by the millisecond. He draws you closer to him. Your noses touch. "I love you more than you ever want to know. I love you in a way that would make you sick. Is that enough? Are you happy?"
If you had better self preservation instincts, you would have nodded and left without another word. Instead, you say, "What do you mean?"
He tries to turn away from you, but you grab his arm. You're not going to let him get away that easily. "Sae. Tell me what you mean."
He doesn't answer with the words you're waiting for. Instead, he pushes you into the wall, and slams his lips against yours.
You're frozen as he kisses your unresponsive self roughly. You can feel the entire hot, barely-clothed length of his body pressing against you, trapping you there as he laps the seam of your lips like an animal.
Is it bad that your first thought was how you always imagined Sae as softer kisser? Is it wrong that when you first kissed Ryusei, the man you truly love with your whole heart, and his lips were rough and demanding and sloppy, you thought of how different Sae would have been?
In reality, Sae isn't too much different to Ryusei in this moment; his kisses are not any less desperate. It's so familiar to you that it is the easiest thing in the world to open up your mouth and kiss your twin back. You would blame it on pure muscle memory, but that's not entirely true. You want to kiss Sae.
He lets out a low groan when you allow him access to your warm, wet mouth; your tongues tangle together in a filthy dance that feels as natural as breathing. It may be the most in tune the two of you have ever been in your entire lives.
Maybe that whole twin connection people always talked about wasn't such bullshit after all.
You lose track of time while making out with Sae. It could have only been a few minutes, or half an hour; it didn't matter. All that matters is the sensual slide of your mouths against each other, the flaring heat in your stomach, and the growing bulge in Sae's boxers that is poking into your hip.
You grind against that bulge, hoping for a reaction. You get one; Sae throws his head back with a moan, finally detaching his lips from yours after an eternity. The two of you pant into each other's mouths for a moment, lust-darkened eyes meeting lust-darkened eyes. You have a sudden burst of clarity, and guilt, when you look into that abyssal green.
"But—" you start to say.
"I don't care that we're twins anymore," Sae rushes out. His voice is so much deeper now. "Now that I know what you taste like—it feels too good to care about stuff like that, we both know it—"
"What about Ryusei?" you interrupt.
"Oh," Sae says, like that didn't even occur to him as an issue. "He told me he wanted to have a threesome with both of us, so I don't think he would be that pressed—"
"OH MY GOD he was serious about that?!" you screech. Granted, it had come up in your phone call, but with all the emotions you were dealing with at the time, you had dismissed it as a joke out of hand. You're almost more shocked by this than by your twin kissing you.
Sae pulls you out of your surprise by nosing along your neck, leaving featherlight kisses up the length of it. When he gets to your ear, he nips at your earlobe, before whispering, "Is that your only hangup? Your devil of a boyfriend? Should have known you were no better than me…"
"What do you mean?"
A gentle bite below your ear, barely enough to twinge. You let out a gasp, hands going to grab at his shoulders automatically. He ends the bite with a deep, sucking kiss to the spot his teeth just rested. "Not concerned about incest at all?" He emphasizes the word 'incest' as it hisses through his lips, tasting the taboo of it like he tasted your skin seconds before.
You gape for a moment. You should be concerned by how wrong what you've just done is. You should push him away, run out of this hotel room, and never speak to Sae again. You should feel sick.
But you don't feel any of the wickedness you should be feeling, and you're not sure anything could pull you from Sae at this moment.
Isn't it odd, how you've felt such resentment towards Sae for years and years, but you feel none of it now? Now, as he sucks and bites bruises into the delicate skin of your neck like it's his birthright. It doesn't feel evil at all. It feels right. It feels natural. More natural than you've maybe ever felt with Sae before. Whatever disease Sae has to make him lust for you so, he must have spread it to you in the womb. Some sort of genetic defect that connects you both through your shared DNA, the only identical part of your twinning.
"No," you answer. You let your nails dig into Sae's shoulders, leaving marks of your own on his pale skin. "I'm not concerned at all."
—
The head of his cock is dripping precum onto your stomach. You stroke him again, watching his foreskin slip back over the head as it spurts more sticky liquid. You run your thumb over where he's wettest, applying a little more pressure and swirling over it cruelly. Sae lets out a groan, his hand tightening on your knee.
"Little tease," he says, darkly. The lust has made his eyes such a beautiful shade of ocean-deep green. It's a shift that would harken a tropical storm in nature, but in Sae's irises you think it must mean he will devour you entirely. He gets his revenge by shoving his fingers into your already gaping hole, crooking them to press right where you're most sensitive.
You gasp. The sound of him fingering you is obscene; you think he must have emptied the whole bottle of lube onto and into you. "I like it wet," he confessed as he stretched you open, "You can't imagine the number of times I would pour this over my cock and fuck my fist thinking of you."
You've noticed that Sae has a mouth on him. Even now, he coos at you. "Does it feel different from your demonic boytoy? Your own flesh and blood inside of you?"
He reminds you of your relationship to each other whenever he can, like the wickedness gets him off. You can't entirely blame him, because you're not so different.
Sae chuckles. "I felt you clench around me. Dirty thing." He pulls his fingers out of you again, and you whine. It's a bit humiliating, to want him so clearly and desperately, but he humiliates himself too in his desire. You haven't forgotten the way he moaned when you first touched his cock, the way his hips stuttered into your fist. His typical cool demeanor is shattered completely, replaced with an intense, almost burning focus on you.
You grab his cock again, uncaring of how firm your grip on his sensitive flesh was. You guide it until the head is kissing your clenching hole, just barely tapping at the entrance to you.
He raises one eyebrow, questioning.
Sae is giving you one last chance to protest, to have a burst of conscience and stop before the both of you cross a permanent line. Like lines haven't been crossed already, like you could ever hope to forget the taste of his lips and the feel of his fingers inside of you. It's kind of him, even if declining him seems inconceivable right now. He is sweet to you, you realize with a jolt. Maybe he always has been, and you've been too wrapped up in your own insecurities to see.
You push yourself up on your hands so you can give him a quick kiss, fleeting and almost innocent. You let yourself fall back onto the bed, shifting so the smallest part of his tip slips into you. "What are you waiting for, brother?" you ask sweetly. "Are you afraid you'll come too quickly—"
He pushes inside of you before you can even finish your sentence.
The first thrust and he nearly collapses on top of you, forearms braced by your head as he gasps. It feels so perfect, him inside of you. He's not as big as Ryusei, and he doesn't stretch you like Ryusei does, but that doesn't matter. The curve of his cock feels like it was designed to push against all the most delicious spots inside of you. You are complete, him inside of you and over you and brushing his lips against yours.
The pleasure of that first insertion is still tingling in your extremities, not fading but reverberating through your nerves. You lick at the edge of his jaw and nip at it. "Fuck—you were made for me," you hiss. "So good…"
Sae moans, his hips stuttering at the praise and driving even further into you. "Made for each other, baby," he grits out, gripping the sheets next to your head. "Should've taken you years ago."
You wonder if this should have happened years ago. This was already so wrong, what would it matter if you slept together too young? What would it matter if you both had ridden out the emergence of your teenage hormones together? The two of you shared a womb and were now sharing the same carnal desires, would it have been worse to indulge earlier? Waiting didn't make this act any cleaner. If souls could stain, yours were already marked forevermore…shared sins like matching tattoos. Like wedding rings.
Sae fucks into you, slow and deep, so you can feel every time he bottoms out fully. Each thrust is accented by the sound of his tight balls slapping against your ass. The lube makes obscene squelching noises at every movement. Your nails paint red lines down his back, crosshatches recording your every reaction to the overwhelming sensations. His front grinds into your with every shift of his hips, stimulating you on the outside even as his cock presses sweetly at your insides. You try to kiss him, to create yet another point of contact, another point of pleasure, but it is more tongue than lips.
You start to buck back into him, with what little leverage you have. You make your inner muscles clench just to feel him groan into your mouth. Breath is so hard to catch, and it's even harder to pull away from the filthy mockery of a kiss, but it's worth it to feel his cock twitch when you whine for him, for your brother.
You've never felt closer to him in your life. The two of you have never understood each other so well; you finally fit together. In the base rutting of your bodies together you have found a shared language, a dialect you both speak fluently.
His thrusts start to stutter and lose their rhythm. You watch his pretty eyelashes flutter, his face pinch as he pants. Sae is about to come.
"Sae," you pant, voice already becoming scratchy and thick. "I want it—Sae—come inside, Sae, sweetheart—"
He throws his head back and moans like you've ripped it out of him. "Fuck—I'll give you everything—gonna fill you up, baby, make you mine—"
"Already yours, Sae, please—"
He finishes himself off hard and fast, triggering the first clenches of your orgasm before he spills inside of you. Quickly, he brings his hand down and touches you through the last parts of your orgasm, causing you to milk out another few spurts of come from his slowly softening cock. He doesn't stop until you're whining and pushing him away, until it starts to hurt, that fresh type of overstimulated pain that makes you feel reborn and new.
"Love you." Your twin presses the words into you with his lips, brands them to your skin with his teeth. He whispers it over and over again until the words start to slur together.
You repeat them to him, again and again, like some sort of magic spell tying the two of you together for the rest of time; after all, you came into this life together, so wouldn't it be fitting?
—
After he has cleaned you up, and you're slowly drifting to sleep atop his hotel bed, Sae sends an audio file to a contact named "DEMON." You were too caught up in helping him pull your clothes off earlier to notice when he clicked record on his phone; your focus on him was so cute, he just wanted to eat you. He would keep you completely to himself forever if he could, but he knew you were already attached to another.
Sae was fine with you having a pet; the demon was bothersome, but he did have a certain charm.
The lights are off, and he is snuggled in bed with you before his phone dings with a reply.
"If anyone else touched my sugarpop like that, I'd kill them, but you're just so special to me Sae-chan :)" read the text.
A picture loads below. Sae's eyebrows rise. Ryusei has big hands, he knows, and the thick, tanned cock in the picture looks big even in the demon's grip. Ryusei's fist is coated in white, but he still looks painfully hard.
Sae doesn't reply, but he's sure Ryusei will feel satisfied with the 'read' alert anyways.
He'll show his twin tomorrow morning, but for now he would indulge in sharing a bed with you for the first time since you were young children. Figuring out how the demon would fit into the complicated tangle of your relationship could wait.
Sooooo
What if Passive Nightmare as a ghost who guards Dream as a statue or appears in their twins dreams and tries to fend off nightmares?
I picture Dream waking up from a bad dream (preferably the apple incident) and it had ended when they saw Nights face! Oh and when Dream guilty hallucinates their dead twin it's not real. But every single time Passive thinks Dream could be noticing them.
Ghost! Passive needs more love guys. Someone with unfinished work and a taken body, left to wander alone. Think of the emotional suffering we can put on this boy.
Or a Dream that can see Nightmare but literally everyone thinks he's insane. Since "Nightmare" is alive to everyone else. OOOO DUST!DREAM
....
(Necro Child love Dream oooooo [since passive is stuck as a kid AND dead])
So, now that Emmet's is out, didn't those Lodge stories put ideas in your head? The fact that, even though these are supposed to be plausibly-deniably romantic outings, both twins could be asked "Is it okay that you're doing this with me instead of your brother?"
Makes me think about like... an open relationship, that's kind of an open secret. Everyone knows something weird is happening between those two, so to be asked out on a date or for a hookup with one produces that kind of reaction. Just, a nervous "Is your brother okay with this?"
Emmet thinks it's kinda funny that everyone needs to check in like that, but Ingo is HUMILATIED that so many people seem to notice.
The idea that the general public of Nimbasa is kind of just... aware, but not making it into a problem because they don't wanna deal with the subway potentially shutting down or something. New Yorker Behavior.
